“People seek something in common but then there is the saying ‘opposites attract’? How it spins the heart! I will be happy to discuss life after the change with you over some hot beverages. So soothing after a day’s drills in the north!” He chuckles loudly after imitating shivering with cold.
“If opposites did attract, this world would see less war. Too many pursue their own ends in wholly opposite causes and means. Not just within the firmly drawn faction lines, either.”
She stops to blow some wood shavings off a new whittled figure; a fist sized bust of the late king Rastakhan with separately carved bone tusks. The royal headdress is conspicuously absent.
“I believe it more a matter of two different types providing for one another what they are missing, being one another’s strength in places where they struggle. We can speak more on this.”
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“Wouldn’t be my first time with an orc, but there’s a whole… weird, racial undertone after the whole, second war betrayal.”
“Hmm… Never been with a human. Or any other race for that matter. Or anyone really… Could give it a try.”
“Be careful darling! These primitive… creatures are way beneath us! Lower than a lowborn Kaldorei! Trust me, stay with what you know, the Highbornes of Suramar! Like me…”
I would where we not currently at war.
She might be a stuck up nightborn but atleast she is female and elf.
“I suppose we could try to let go of old Druid Vs Highborn grudge. My uncle is a druid, I may not meet eye to eye with old fool but still.”
“Also. Thyrellas. As my Fiancee I would appreciate if you don’t try to seduce my own sister.”
The Tauren silently shakes his head.
"huuuuuhhhh… mmmmm… I think this person is well above four me standing on top of each other. Maybe next time?
Sahoenna, my dear, don’t worry! It was just a little playful flirt my beloved
As for you, little garden ornament… in Suramar we have standards, and you are below it
No hard feelings
“You must be that nice Nightborne lady who offered me rich Suramar meal! I don’t forget such things!” (Looking at the other thread for meal! )
“…despite not having much to offer in terms of rich gifts, I can ensure you get an amazing time and allow me to repay you for your kindness. Call it a date, which could repeat anytime, should you show interest!”
“Well hello there my little shadowy butterfly! So fragile, so delicate… come with me, let me whisper in your pointy ears terrible, beautiful secrets! The shadows will hide us from the cruel sanity of the world”
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“Date her? You think I’m crazy, too? Look, she’s got a nice bounce to her chest… but you ever heard the old phrase “Don’t stick it in crazy”? Yeah, I even bet if I stuck it in her I’d get sucked into some other dimension. Absolutely despicable…” Thuldrell spits
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“Inter-dimensional magics aren’t quite my forté, and I quite like the rather spiky cut of your gib. You look to be a fellow who could defend a lady’s honour in Tal’ashar. I’d be up to try”
“I’m not as fond of heavy armor myself, but I’ve been known to win a duel here and there. I hope that’s not a problem.”
“I think we not a match, this go beyond being spoken for.”
Tureemos gives Talraea a quick bow.
Nope wrong gender.
“I am, in all but title, a princess. That there is not befitting.”
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“I’ve been gone from Quel’thalas for a while, but I’m sure I’d have heard if they rescinded the ‘no more royals’ thing. As curious as I am to hear your story, I might have to pass on the date.”
Ethanar pokes Talraea’s shoulder and offers her a single daisy flower, which looks a bit ‘pressed’ and folded due to ‘transport’.
“Would you like to accompany me for a nice cup of Stormwind’s black coffee. my lady? I know just the place!
…and uhm, flower used to look better, sorry.”